After making sure there were no remains of the Berserker demon, Liam's body finally gave up on sitting upright, and he collapsed onto the ashen ground.
He landed heavily at the edge of the destruction he had caused.
For a long moment, he simply lay there.
His eyes remained half-open as he stared up at the night sky, where the moon and countless stars illuminated the realm above. The pale light washed over his battered frame, making the damage he had sustained painfully obvious.
Both of his bare arms were covered in bruises.
His right arm carried numerous cuts, some shallow and some deep enough that dried blood still stained his skin.
His left arm looked even worse.
The arm that had been pushed beyond its limits throughout the battle appeared almost burned by its own power. The skin was reddened and discolored in places, with faint traces of heat damage still lingering across it.
His sleeveless shirt was barely recognizable.
